That if we were to ever break up
And you would meet me again
Even with a wife and kids
You would invent an excuse
And have me in the toilet of the hospital
Where your wife has just given birth
There, with them,
Because this is how much you used to want me
This is how much the passion between us
Wouldn't fade over time.
I used to think we are unbreakable
But you broke us
Without the blink of an eye
And here I am, covering myself
in the smell of cheap ink
While she is covered in the smell of your semen
The one that used to leave a crust over my belly button
That soft place you used to rub and love
Over and over again.
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| Erwin Blumenfeld, Nude under wet silk, Paris, 1937 |
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